Dreams Turn to Nightmares (Open/closed)

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew cocked an eyebrow as she took off her sweater. He didn't think she'd be that literal! He wasn't complaining, but it was just a bit of a shock at first. She reached up to her shoulder strap, and both his eyebrows rose. Was she actually going to take off her shirt?

Then he heard the words.

His brows dropped as though they carried the weight of the world. His eyes blazed with anger and sadness. Rape. A filthy fucking word. Not in the sense that she was filthy, but in the sense that even the thought of rape made him feel...angry, and in pain. He pushed aside his feelings at that point, more surprised she had told him that than he would have been had she gotten stark naked. Now THAT was personal. THAT was something he was sure nobody in the world knew about. She had given him his favor, hell she had exceeded his expectations.

He reached over, taking her chin and turning it toward him. The look on his face showed more than the words he spoke would.

"Mitsuki, its not your fault. You were twelve, and your not to blame. In my eyes, your as pure as snow, so don't blame your self for the actions of the twisted fuck who decided Violate you then mark you so you'll never forget it." He could see in her eyes that she was worried what he would think about her after telling him. He thought no differently, only caring for her more knowing that she felt strongly enough for him that she would express something so personal.

"I'm so very sorry that happened to you, and the person who did it deserves..." He paused. "I wont tell you what he deserves, but its not death. That would be a gift compared to what justice i feel should be done." The anger crossed his face as he thought about it, then he smiled.

"You really are a wondrous girl, mitsuki, to share something so deep with me. I'm glad you trust me with it." He leaned in and kissed her. He tucked that information into the back of his mind, never to return unless she brought it up again. The thought of her in that beater boiled his blood once more, however, as the kiss he placed brought the image of her straight to the forefront of his mind.

[Mitsuki Park]

Although he said she was pure as snow, she still felt dirty. Always felt dirty. A sense of relief had come over her, however, when she let part of the secret out - though also a sense of guilt because she did not tell the whole truth to Andrew. She could not tell him then - but in pieces, she would let her story out, because it was much too overwhelming on her part to unlock these memories all at once. She realized she was still only wearing a wife beater, but it's better than simply a bra, isn't it? Well. For her, it probably was better - for him...since he's a guy? You never know. Her left hand had been grasped onto her sweater, but slowly loosened up when he had kissed her, her arms eventually moving to wrap around his neck. Even after the kiss was finished, she would keep her position unless he pulled away.

She always believed that the foundation of all relationships were based on trust. If there was no trust, there was no relationship - and she was hoping that what she spilled to Andrew meant that she trusted him, no questions asked. Hoped, because she did not know for sure - because parts of the story she willingly left out. Why? It wasn't because she didn't want him to know, although it was part of the reason.

It was because the memories were something she did not remember off the top of her head. Because she had tried so desperately hard to forget them, that she nearly almost did. That she replaced the actual stories with lies to make it seem less dramatic, that the memories itself were too much to handle all at once.

She hoped, that if in the near future came a time when Andrew learned that she had hid things from him today, that he would forgive.

[Tyr Odinson]

After the kiss, Andrew leaned back, content to sit for the moment. He wondered what kind of changes were coming over him. Here he was, in the middle of his sanctuary, kissing the school captain after telling her he was glad he trusted her. He knew that from then on, life wouldn't be the same for him. He had an urge to quit his "job", but then again he still had the urge to continue. He wasn't one to just surrender such large pieces of himself as quickly as he did, but he guessed that she wasn't one to do so either. He knew that the story of her miscarriage probably had a lot more...filling, in it, but he guessed that just telling that one little part was work enough, and would give her time to open up her world to him. Hell, he still hadn't told her everything that he had bottled up inside, but he knew he would eventually.

He wondered, briefly, what she was thinking. Feeling. He had this need to know everything about her all at once. He wished he were a telepath, so he could listen to her thoughts. Then again, if he was a telepath, he would never invade her like that. He looked down at his shades, sitting on the ground next to her sweater, then back at her, a small and sad smile coming to his face.

He took off his button-up shirt, revealing a white beater, the opposite color she wore. He was heavily muscled, his body toned to near perfection since he and his father had stopped talking. He was physically perfect, or so he had been told, but wasn't one to show it, instead choosing to hide it behind t-shirts and button up dress shirts. He turned, revealing an interesting scar of his own.

It spelled "Iwillobey".

"My father burned it into me with a cigarette when i told him i hated him at thirteen years old. Hows that for tough love?" He didn't include why his father had placed those particular words there. On the other side of his body was a tattoo, one she had probably never seen much of until that point, or else hadn't acknowledged in her own mind. He turned back around after showing her, his face downcast after recalling that moment in his history.

[Mitsuki Park]

She watched as he took off his over shirt, finding it rather amusing how he was wearing the opposite shade wife beater as she was. Not only that, but his body was well toned, and his tattoo looked rather wicked. Well. The black stripe-swirl design did, the other, however, was a different story. She frowned when he shared his story, her hand outstretching as her finger traced over the rather disappointing words that were imprinted onto his back. Her touch was soft, ticklish, even - if he was ticklish in the first place. Light. She looked over to see his expression only to see that his head was cast down. She wasn't exactly fond of his father, but who was she to judge if she had never met the man to begin with? She didn't know the full story, but she could already tell that the two really, honestly, shared a similar pain.

She moved to the front of him, her head lowering to his before speaking.

"Chin up, Andrew. We have each other."

No louder than a whisper, but the words were powerful none the less.

Now, for a less depressing topic.

"You have a nice body."

...it might have been odd coming from the likes of her, considering she said it in such a casual tone.

[Tyr Odinson]

"Chin up Andrew, we have each other"

Very true.

He brought up his face and smiled, letting her know he would be okay in much the same way she had done. Her fingers on his skin had felt good, and slightly ticklish but not to the point of him laughing or shying away from the touch. Should would have to go for the ribs if she wanted that.

"You have a nice body"

He blinked in surprise, then smiled.

"Your one to talk." He said, grinning as he leisurely flicked his eyes over her frame, raising them back to meet hers as his eyebrow went up.

"Care to go for a swim?"

Down the secondary path behind them was a large lake, filled to the brim with some of the clearest water he had ever seen in his life. He swam in in from time to time, the cool water refreshing on a hot day like this one began to be.

Should she accept, he would lead her down the trail for maybe a block or two, then come around a sharp bend to reveal his personal swimming hole. He took off his beater, his shoes and socks, then his pants, not even thinking about it as he jumped in with his white boxers still on. He would come out of the water grinning, ready to show his never used fun side as the time they spent together went on.

[Mitsuki Park]

Swim? She stood up, grabbing her sweater as she followed him down the path for a 'block' or two, watching as he stripped so easily and jumped right in. Mitsuki, on the other hand, slipped off her shoes and socks, reluctant to strip her jeans - but if she didn't, it'd be too heavy to swim. Never the less, she did so anyway, leaving her beater on as she slipped into the water, dunking her head to get used to the temperature. She grinned to herself, swimming toward Andrew, a light smile carried on her face--

SPLASH!

She would push a whole gust of water into his face.

"Know any water games? Like tag?"

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew grinned as she got in, trying not to think of her in her underwear as she swam toward him. Wait, was he not supposed to think about it, or was it okay? He was caught up in that thought just as a gust of water hit him in the face, causing him to spit out a little as she asked him about water games. He smiled, then went over to the edge. He took a twig and a medium sized rock, using a strong blade of wheat looking grass to tie them together. He swam back over to her.

"Okay, so heres how we play. The rock will sink, pulling the stick down with it. The stick will want to float, so the rock wont be able to drop very quickly. once i let go, you count to five and swim after it. The first person who catches it-" He grinned "-Owes the other person a favor. sound good?" They would deal in favors from then on, making it interesting for the both of them.

Should she want to play, he would drop the rock, count to five with her, and shoot down after it. He was at a disadvantage, since she had a far lighter frame than he did.

Oh well.

It was all for fun anyway.

[Mitsuki Park]

What a fun sounding game...

She grinned, waiting for him to count to five, which at that point she, too, would dive down for the stick, like an arrow with a heavy stone at the tip. There had been a time in her life when she loved swimming and raced against her brothers, and her fastest was when she was doing the wave, like a mermaid, occasionally using her arms to pick up the speed. Not only that, but she had to keep in mind of how much air she was using, because she didn't plan on going back up without the stick. She kicked her legs some, realizing that she had an advantage to this game. A huge advantage, actually, with her slim figure and all.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews arms pumped as he swam down after the stick. He had just gone under, eyes on the stick, mitsuki behind him and victory already in sight-

When she leapt out ahead of him. He pumped harder. He wasn't the best of swimmers, but he wasn't new to it either. He picked up speed, just barely trailing behind her as he tried his best to catch up. He knew it was a lost cause as she drew nearer the stick. He had poured all his effort into it, but she still sped ahead of him. So maybe it was the wrong game to try and play with her. He had more, so it was no serious loss. He went to the surface, not even bothering to continue as his head broke the still water.

After she came up, he would shrug.

"Okay, so, maybe the game was a little one-sided. Shall we try something different?" He said, a grin coming to his lips as he took the stick and rock from her. All assuming she even grabbed it in time, that is. He set it outside the lake, swimming back to her and, as he drew near, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her again. He pulled away a bit, then gave another soft one.

"Sorry, its been more than five minutes since our last one and my lips were screaming in protest" He said with a grin.

[Mitsuki Park]

Grabbed the stick and headed to surface, lungs burning and light headed due to the lack of oxygen. Once her head popped out of the water, she took a deep breath, panting as she handed him the stick, grinning. It was definitely one-sided, and she gave a light shrug, mimicking him when he asked if they should do something more different. Her eyes followed him as he set it down outside the lake and back, and just as she thought he was going to stop, he continued and bam. She found herself kissing him once again, and for some reason, she found it to be a bad thing. Who knew kissing was so addicting? She always thought that exchanging saliva was a bit disturbing, but...

She returned the grin.

Her wife beater did not stick to her skin as Mitsuki first thought it would have. In the water, it floated around, sometimes floating up, sometimes away, revealing the things she had aimed to conceal by wearing it in the first place. But once she's out of the water, it'll stick to her like glue, showing off her every curve, including the outline of her bra. Guys had it easy - they could walk around topless and not have to worry.

She pulled away, going under water once more, slipping between his feet and back up the water, hoping to get on his back. She would pop out of the water and wrap her arms and legs around him.

Water wrestling?

Sounds like fun, doesn't it?

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrews eyes had, indeed, seen her form in the water. He didn't make a fuss of it though. She was, in his eyes, wonderfully made, her every curve fine tuned to give her a deliciously proportioned body. He wouldn't stare at what he could see. He wanted to, of course, but he wouldn't. he didnt know if she would think him shallow, so he tried his best to keep his eyes on her face, only failing in the task once or twice.

Andrew watched as she slipped under the surface, his eyes following her every move as she sped between his feet. He didn't turn, knowing one of two things was going to come of it. She was either gonna start some trouble in the water, or give him a hug from behind. Either way was fine for him, and he soon got his answer as she jumped on his back. He smiled over his shoulder. Up until that point he had been gentle, kind, fun. She wanted to wrestle?

Oh, they would wrestle.

He shot backward, the embankment near them being his target as he slammed his back into it. Hard. It was all for fun, so he didn't do it to the point where it would be really painful or damage her, but enough to make her say "ouch". He reached up with his left hand and down with his right, grabbing both the locked legs and head of mitsuki. He would push on the legs gruffly, unlocking them, and with his hand on her head and her slightly stunned at the sudden action, he would arch his back and use his stomach, arms and chest muscles to throw her over his shoulder into the water.

When she came up, probably sputtering, he would be out of the water, grinning. His white boxers, which were doused, had been pulled away from his his body which they were sticking to so as not to be too....revealing. He would stick out his arms and give the "come get it" sign with them, taunting her to get out of the water and bring what she had to bring. He wasn't challenging her to any fight or something of that nature, just a friendly, fun wrestling match. He wouldn't be too gentle, but he wasn't going to try and knock her out or hurt her, though she was more likely to injure him then anything.

Should she get out of the water, he would walk over to her and, smiling, calmly and quickly throw her back in. Just for the hell of it. The next time she got out, though, it would be on. He wondered if maybe he should put some clothes on, but didn't want to ruin the mood or make her think he was insinuating anything. If she got out and put clothes on, then he would. He was ready either way.

[Mitsuki Park]

She didn't utter a word, but she thought one or two as her back slammed into the embankment, her legs and arms loosening, which she should have kept tightened. Next thing she knew she was flying over his shoulder and into the water, where she had made sure to hold her breath prior to entering the what scientists would label H2O. She popped out, head first, hair slicked back as she took in a deep breath. Her eyes blinked multiple times, realizing one of her contacts had fallen out and into the water. Of course, now one eye was brown, the other was a gray-like brown color. Bet you couldn't guess right which eye was her natural eye color.

She stood up, making her way out of the water while simultaneously squeezing out the water of her beater. She had not been looking up, so when Andrew drew near, she figured he'd do nearly anything but throw her back in. Which is what he tried to do, only she kept a vice grip on the arms which picked her up, absolutely refusing to go back in unless he decided to fall in with.

But for some hell of a reason, she landed in the water, her shirt once again soaking. When she came out, she held up a minute finger, as in, "...yeah, hold on a minute", and turned her back on him as she stripped off her shirt. She wasn't sure what he was thinking, but squeezing out the water from a shirt by taking it off was much easier than on. The beater was pulled back on before she turned around, charging him, aiming for a simple tackle to the ground.

Har, har, har.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew raised both eyebrows as she turned her back on him.

Hol-y shit.

She had held up a finger and turned around, stripping off her shirt and beginning to wring it out. She was standing there, no shirt, no pants, her backside to him, and she must not have thought about what would be completely frying Andrew's brain. Her form was more....curvacious than he had first thought, giving his eyes a little more than something to look at. When she turned around and charged him, he tried to shake the image she had imprinted there from his mind, but it was very hard to do, especially since she was still in her underwear as she slammed in to him.

He fell willingly, using the momentum she had from running to push with his feet and flip her over him. Afterward, he quickly turned and crawled on top of her. using his body weight and strength to hold down her arms as he planted a kiss on her lips to taunt her. After the quick kiss, he would pull back about three or four inches from her face, grinning.

"Cmon, is that all you got?" He said, trying to antagonize her. He had plenty of training in Ju-Jit-Su submissions and grappling, since it was a fundamental martial art in MMA's. He had quite a few years practice, but she had almost every advantage. Strength, speed, as well as a hard to grab on to frame. Oh well. He wasn't concerned. What he was most concerned about was now keeping his thoughts on wrestling her, and not the frame he had just laid eyes on pressing up against his own. He didn't know if she had purposely done that as some unforeseen tactic or not.

Either way, it was working.

[Mitsuki Park]

She was pinned to the ground, and when a kiss was planted, she bit down lightly on his lower lip, grinning. Her arms were of no use, her legs could do some serious damage, but she wasn't aiming to injure him. He was taunting her, she could see that - but there were things that females could use to their advantage. Not that she was able to, considering her tomboy-ish nature - he could probably see through it. Maybe. She could be very charismatic if she wanted to be, but it just wasn't her.

She stared up at him, a sly smirk appearing on her face.

"...how long do you think you can keep me pinned down? We're both wet, half naked..."

He wanted to taunt her, huh?

Two can play at that game.

And mind you, this wrestling match was far from over.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew, still grinning, caught her words, his mind slightly altered by her stating they were half-naked. Though he SHOULD have been able to see it was a ploy, his thoughts were already trying to stuff down the image, so her bringing up the fact only brought it back full force to his mind, her body pressing against his agonizingly. While most guys would be uncontrollably.... enhanced, in certain regions of the body, Andrew wasn't like most guys, so he could control whether or not any...enhancment took place, though with the position they were made it far more difficult to maintain his grip.

It wasn't fair for her to play the mental game with him.

Especially since he wasn't used to being this close, physically or mentally, to anyone like her. He rolled off her, the lust he had for both her mind and body totally apparent in his eyes. He tried his best to hide it as he breathed deep. It was easier to control once he was away from the feel of her skin and the scent on her body.

He looked at her, the grin coming back, and waited for her to try and attack him once more.